There is something beyond love,
the white peace dove.
It's like heaven beyond,
greater joy more fond.
I've been below love,
an empire ruled by the evil shove,
munipulated by the devils glove.

Without love there are
no red roses and flowers,
more or less whiskey sours,
feeling lost for hours,
while lovers kiss
in their ivory showers,
enjoying loves sweet powers.

Without love in my life,
I suffered a sharper edge than,
the samuari knife.
When I got the slice,
it sure didn't feel too nice,
more of less like cold ice,
until I made the sacrifice.
With love in my life,
there is less misery and strife.

There is something beyond,
it's the peace after the respond.
After we lovingly fond.
Once we show love to another,
any type love sister and brother.
Peace arrives at our door,
sometimes forever more.
Depending on the resolve,
as the relationship evolve.
Between the sheets,
or on the mean streets.

On the mean streets
there's a slight rage,
some may take advantage.
But humain love,
will lessen the push and shove.
In between the sheets,
love might feel like the streets,
but if it is true ,
there's less sad and blue.

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